You say that you're not leaving, but you don't ask me to stay. You gave me your cool purple pen, you gave me your fan, you gave me printer cartridges to recycle, you stayed hours past when you intended to leave so that you could give me a working computer. I appreciate the niceties. The little things that can never make up for the one big thing that you won't give me.
Don't people who are contemplating suicide tend to give their stuff away? No, I don't think that you would do that. What you are doing is more like relationship suicide. You are forcing my hand. It's not your fault. You won't marry me, right? So my options are: deal with it or dump you. And you won't even say, "I love you! Please stay."
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